Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: His Highness Valerie...

Aldric looked around, "Oh," He blinked, finally realizing everyone was avoiding him like the plague. He turned to her unaffected, "That’s nothing new."

Islinda was dumbfounded.

"So are you trying to say that this is a daily occurrence or that everyone hates you as much as I do?"

"Get in line," He said, deadpan.

Islinda rolled her eyes and went ahead to ask, "What did you do for them to hate you so much? Kill their loved ones? Separate them from their loved ones? Trap them in unfair deals?" She basically explained her situation.

But she did not expect that Aldric would turn to her with a sharp look and the teasing slowly died on her lips, a lump forming in her throat instead and she was unable to turn away from the overwhelming sadness in his eyes.

"Being born... " He said with so much pain in his voice that it cut through her, ripping her open, "That’s what I did so wrong."

It was strange but Islinda felt her heart begin to ache. What was going on? What was wrong with her? What was wrong with her heart? Why was she feeling this way? It was weird.

However, Aldric seemed to recover quickly and when he blinked, the sadness in his eyes vanished with the gesture and he was back to being an emotionless bastard.

"Follow me." He commanded with authority and left without looking back, expecting that she came after him.

Of course, Islinda’s lips pressed into a thin line and she glared at his back. Who does he think he is? She was not going anywhere!

However, when Islinda looked between the unfamiliar Faeries staring at her with distrust and the devil Fae walking away without care, she made her choice.

With a sigh, she went after Aldric.

If the Faeries present in the room were an ocean, then Aldric was the great divider because a path was effortlessly created for him which he passed through. The shocking part was he didn’t seem to care. It was almost as if Aldric relished being evil. Of course, why wouldn’t he, the Fae was a monster, Islinda had to remind herself.

Islinda followed him to the buffet table and a small drama occurred. All of the pixies present at the table screeched loudly as if their soul was sucked away by his presence and flew away disorderly such that some bumped into each other and cried out in pain yet still managed to take flight.

One of the pixies who couldn’t get away on time when she spotted Aldric simply closed its eyes and fainted dramatically. Unconscious, the pixie plopped from the distance and would have dropped into one of the foods if Islinda hadn’t reached out on time and caught its small body in her cupped hands.

For a small creature, the pixie weighed a bit in her palm and Islinda carried her carefully, awe in her heart as she stared down at it.

The pixie laid frighteningly and Islinda feared the worst had happened to it. She turned to Aldric with a concerned look, "Is it..." She gulped, "Dead?"

He huffed, "Pixies are dramatic creatures,"

Before she could stop him, Aldric plucked the creature from her palm by the wing and shook it vigorously.

"Don’t worry he’d appear soon, your beloved Fae likes to make an appearance so everyone doesn’t take their eyes off him. He thrives on attention." He snuck up on her again. freewebnσvel.cѳm

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